Poetry is like a foreign language to me, that I can understand when reading it, but writing is a whole-another story.
That said, I like both of these. With Memorial day last weekend the symbol of the Poppy is very timely. I remember someone giving me a paper poppy on a bendy metal stem to wear, one memorial day past. I can't remember who, but I remember the flower and what it was a symbol of.
The second poem, gives me a visual of a couple who have a daughter that is coming into her own. Perhaps its a sweet 16 party that is being held for her, or even a wedding. In either case the parents are proud of what their daughter has become.